Alright after reading this thread and seeing everyone, I had to jump in too. I read the first few posts. Not gonna lie, you sound like a guy who thinks the world of himself and that you're better than everyone else, that you are the God's gift to the Navy in terms of aviation and that since you speak french, or at least play the part, that you are oprah tits. *Yes oprah tits*
I would highly suggest taking the advice of everyone on this board and just deleting the blog while you have the chance so that it becomes a non-factor. If you had any idea how fast shit like this can spread around ALL of NAVAIR, you would shit your pants. Not just NAVAIR, but other branches of the military as well, since we don't just train Navy guys down there obviously.
I spent my first summer in Pcola on Pensacola Beach in a condo where we threw a MASSIVE 4th of July party ('Murrica - among other parties as well) with all our OCS buds and new found Academy (you read that right) and ROTC friends and some "ladies of the night" that they had met at Seville and brought too. Oh and those ladies brought their hot trick ass friends as well. We spent that day (and many others like it) making drinks, blasting music from our condo while the Blue Angels flew in the airshow and we watched from our balcony on the water. You'll have the rest of your life to save money and frugal....I mean good on ya for wanting to do it. But seriously, you're about to embark upon a journey you can't even fathom.
And no, IFS is not hard and it doesn't count. That's a cake walk. Spend your money now, Take C420's advice from his rule #1, also everyone else's about your blog, go find a fatty condo on perdido or pcola beach and enjoy the summer and your time in Pensacola.
Or continue being that guy that will probably be ostracized by your respective ready room because of this blog and your attitude towards mostly anyone who's academy or rotc or has WAY more fun at life than you do. Hope you don't go tailhook.....wouldn't want you to attend the actual Tailhook and write a blog about how lame everyone is, and how everyone drinks too much at the flight suit mixer.